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Jan. 16th, 2007 02:41 pmMy first meeting of the choir last night; much smaller than previous one- scary. I'm suddenly one of the best at counting, apparently, which makes no sense! Doesn't do me much good to be ready for an entrance without someone to take a pitch from... and not a male alto, either, given the choice. There are always enough altos and not enough basses, go away and stop confusing me with your head-voice!
Good to see that the Rule that the choir never looks at the conductor unless reminded every five seconds still holds, even when the conductor is tall, dark and handsome rather than stringy and balding. In this world of flux and change, some certainties are needed.
I was amused to be asked- before the rehearsal, they wouldn't have bothered after they heard the voice- if I wanted to audition for the Cathedral choir. No, really, thanks all the same.
We're doing some lovely pieces, Bach and Tippett. They didn't seem too hard to get to grips with on first acquaintance, we shall see. It was fun to be singing again, anyway.
I've wandered around town a bit more now, which was interesting, so I know where I can get embroidery thread, a pile of tatty Agatha Christies, or the fixin's for bollito misto, should the need arise. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sigmonster, remind me to get some trotters in when you're around.) There's also a bonsai department store; all the departments, each about ten feet square- with heaps of stuff crammed in onto the shelves, and half-walls and arched doorways allowing glimpses of, say, tiny clothes next to the foodstuff section. Are they really childrens' clothes, or could they be... far away, and warping space itself to make them appear close? It's as if the whole place is under terrible pressure and some day someone's going to tread on a weak place on the threshold and there will be a crack as of prison walls breaking and it will explosively uncoil with a hideous grinding of masonry and crush half of Northgate as it rises to blot out the sun and take its rightful place among the great powers. John Lewis and Debenhams will cower before it, and its future will be read in the entrails by the Chancellor, intoning the sacred phrase "encouraging growth in the retail sector". Pleasant unto it will be the smoke of burning tax-breaks rising, yea, and an sacrifice of youths and maidens will be brought to toil in its halls, the corridors of which will stretch on forever, even unto the boundary of the unitary local authority. Longer than the walls of Meadowhall the Accursed shall stretch its sparkling windows, and higher shall it reach than the roofs of Bluewater which is in the South, and of the traffic jams of its car parks there shall be no end.
I bought a teaspoon there.
Good to see that the Rule that the choir never looks at the conductor unless reminded every five seconds still holds, even when the conductor is tall, dark and handsome rather than stringy and balding. In this world of flux and change, some certainties are needed.
I was amused to be asked- before the rehearsal, they wouldn't have bothered after they heard the voice- if I wanted to audition for the Cathedral choir. No, really, thanks all the same.
We're doing some lovely pieces, Bach and Tippett. They didn't seem too hard to get to grips with on first acquaintance, we shall see. It was fun to be singing again, anyway.
I've wandered around town a bit more now, which was interesting, so I know where I can get embroidery thread, a pile of tatty Agatha Christies, or the fixin's for bollito misto, should the need arise. (
sigmonster, remind me to get some trotters in when you're around.) There's also a bonsai department store; all the departments, each about ten feet square- with heaps of stuff crammed in onto the shelves, and half-walls and arched doorways allowing glimpses of, say, tiny clothes next to the foodstuff section. Are they really childrens' clothes, or could they be... far away, and warping space itself to make them appear close? It's as if the whole place is under terrible pressure and some day someone's going to tread on a weak place on the threshold and there will be a crack as of prison walls breaking and it will explosively uncoil with a hideous grinding of masonry and crush half of Northgate as it rises to blot out the sun and take its rightful place among the great powers. John Lewis and Debenhams will cower before it, and its future will be read in the entrails by the Chancellor, intoning the sacred phrase "encouraging growth in the retail sector". Pleasant unto it will be the smoke of burning tax-breaks rising, yea, and an sacrifice of youths and maidens will be brought to toil in its halls, the corridors of which will stretch on forever, even unto the boundary of the unitary local authority. Longer than the walls of Meadowhall the Accursed shall stretch its sparkling windows, and higher shall it reach than the roofs of Bluewater which is in the South, and of the traffic jams of its car parks there shall be no end. I bought a teaspoon there.
